Of Zumba & Grannies Born in the Naughty Forties –
(Still Dancing, of Course)
Zumba, mambo, rumba, zumba!
The bhangra blares and bounces: Baby Boom-ba!
Zumba skirts swingle.
Gold pieces jingle.
Arms & legs tingle.
Bangles, bracelets all go ringle.
We reach & we skip,
Shake, sway & slip; shimmy, pull & dip;
Slide to the side, tap, high clap!
Single, single, double, travel—
Box & little hops,
Hunch, punch, lunge
Until we stop—
Then laugh till we drop.
Oh, we are the cream
Of the Sixties’ crop!
And afterwards I dream of dancing seas,
Of dancing barefoot on my mother’s knees.
© Lizzie Ballagher
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